Okay, confessions first - I don't have a clue what Hankkah is and had to a bit of research bc the idea for this oneshot has been bugging me for days and obviously Felicity is Jewish so I had to balance the fact that Jews don't celebrate Christmas and also write a fluff Christmas Olicity oneshot. haha. I tried. Enjoy!

"Ollie, will you get the door?"

"Speedy, you have legs."

"Which are currently on a sofa. Go." Thea made an attempt to kick Oliver as he walked past and failed miserably. Oliver swatted her away playfully, a smile playing on his lips.

For once, spirits were high in the Queen household. Walter had found himself humming pointless Christmas songs while helping cook, Moira was relaxed and happy, a spark in her eyes had recently reappeared, and Thea had been curled up with Roy pretty much the whole day.

So, that left Oliver with doorkeeping.

Thea had been instant on the mistletoe. It was above every doorway in the mansion, much to Walter's amusement; Oliver and Roy had been less than amused.

"Honestly, she's doing it on our behalf." Oliver had muttered to his sister's boyfriend while said sister had been standing on ladders all morning. Roy smirked at him.

"Who's doing it for you, if you catch my drift?"
he's as bad as Thea, I swear. Oliver rolled his eyes at the younger man.

So one being above the doorway really shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did.

"Felicity!" Oliver greeted the blonde IT girl at the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, merry Christmas to you too." Felicity laughed at him, hauling the bags in her arms into his. "Sorry. Figured I should drop these off."

Surprised, Oliver stared at the bags, noting the neatly-wrapped presents inside were addressed to himself, Thea, Walter and Moira.
"B-but you're Jewish - you don't -"

"Hey, it's still Christmas. So why not?" Felicity smiled up at him. Oliver shook his head in bewilderment, laughing.

"Thank you."

"You're welc-"

She was abruptly cut off by Oliver's lips suddenly on hers.

A surprised noise escaped her but it didn't stop the movement of her lips against his, cherishing the feeling of something she had wanted for solong.

Pulling away, Felicity stared the man in front of her in amazement.

"Okay," she managed breathlessly, "not that I'm complaining at all but why did you just, um -"

Oliver chuckled at her babbling and looked upwards. Following his gaze, Felicity gave a small giggle.

Oliver's eyes softened into a warm smile. "Mistletoe."